What’s Eating Aunt Debbie?

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I despise the word ‘woke’ because the GOP uses it in a derogatory manner as if it’s a bad thing. They have created this war against ‘wokeness’ and I just don’t understand it.

As a human being and a member of a ‘supposed’ civilized society, I would like to say that yes, I am woke, if that’s what they want to call it, and I’m not ashamed of it! I believe that anyone with a heart and compassion for others would also be woke.

Some folks wonder, “What the hell is woke?” Woke is basically being aware of the social and political injustices around us. Woke originated from African-American slang which has been given new life in the past few years.

Woke means being alert, empathetic, open-minded, socially aware, informed…and generally a good person.

If you’re not woke, then what the hell are you? You’d be uninformed, unaware, or perhaps you’re informed but don’t give a shit. Why wouldn’t you give a shit? Why wouldn’t you want others to have the same rights that you have? Skin color, sexual preference, religious beliefs, and/or political views don’t make a difference! We are all human beings!

Everyone has the right to fair treatment, and the medical/mental health care that is right for them. Why wouldn’t you want that for everyone? Why shouldn’t the LGBTQ community have access to the health care that they need? Why would you treat someone differently because of their skin color? Why be so hateful? People being treated poorly (and sometimes killed) all because of their skin color infuriates me! It should infuriate you, too!

If you don’t like the way someone lives their life then stay the hell out of it. They still deserve fair treatment and equal rights. Your opinion of them doesn’t matter one iota.

I am woke. I am an empathetic, open-minded, caring, and informed human being. The opposite of that is just not an option.

Friday’s Funnies – My Faves This Week – March 10, 2023

Good Morning. I have been trying all week to write something…anything…but something else always got in my way. What normally happens is that I’d think of something to write about and then forget what it was just as quickly! My brain just doesn’t want to stay focused on anything. I’ve been a bit depressed lately brought on by my constant pain and mobility issues and the stress of looking after Dad by myself. Family is always there for me but never here for me. Does that make sense? Anyway, trying to push through the best way I know how. In the meantime, I have to find things that make me laugh or at least smile. Friday’s Funnies helps a bit. I hope it helps you, too.

On with the show, folks! I hope you enjoy this week’s collection!




There ya go! The Woman’s Poem reminds me of my relationship with my ex. I can’t even count how many times I wanted to smack him with a cast iron skillet! (You can read The Ex-Files, which has been retired since my ex passed away. I just didn’t think it was right to continue with the series. If you do a search on the top right of the page, for The Ex-Files then you can find each post in the series.) The Stool Bus is clever!! But, my fave this week is Entymology/Etymology! Oh, gosh! What about Mr. Bean as a baby? Snort! I love Mr. Bean but if my baby looked like him I don’t know what I’d do! Which one is your fave? I’m sure you noticed two Tommy Lee Jones memes. I think both apply, don’t you?

I hope you’ve had a good week, and if your week has left you feeling like a turd smeared on a boulder, then I hope this batch of funnies has made you feel a little better. The week seemed to fly by for me. I wish I had more to show for it but that seems to happen every week these days.

Have a super weekend, folks! Thanks for checking out my blog! Until next time,


Friday’s Funnies – My Faves This Week – March 3, 2023

Good Morning! TGIF, as they say. Fridays are the same as any other day, in my world. I hope this week has been a good one for you. We’ve had too much rain, and we’re running out of buckets! It’ll be nice when the new house is finished.

This week’s collection of funnies comes early in the morning because what else can I do when I wake up at 4am? I hope I haven’t repeated them. It’s hard to recall if I’ve shared a meme or not. On with the show! Enjoy!




I hope you enjoyed this collection! Trail Guide and Chicken Little are pretty good ones! Those would have to be my top two. Which were your faves?

I hope you have a super (and dry) weekend! Thanks for stopping by to read my blog! I appreciate you all!

Until next time,


When BobCat Went Missing

I’m sitting here this morning wondering if I will be writing The Misadventures of BobCat on a weekly, perhaps daily basis. Good grief. Yesterday was hopefully the last misadventure BobCat will have!

I woke up yesterday morning, feeling the warmth of the day, and knowing it was going to be a nice one. BobCat wanted outside, so I opened the door and let him out. I’ve been letting him out when he wants out during the day, but keeping him in after dark. (That way he can get some exercise without Jack beating him up all the time.) I told him, “Be good and don’t run off.” Little did I know, I should have told him to not be a nosy little shit, too. The last I saw BobCat was when Dad and I were collecting the trash to take up to the dumpster, a couple of hours later. Oh, the joys or rural life. We don’t even have road-side trash pick up. Ugh. Anyway, the day went on and the high was 70 degrees. The wind was blowing like mad but died down in the afternoon.

3:00pm rolled around and that’s about the time I feed my furbabies. I called for BobCat, but he didn’t come. I fed the others and set BobCat’s food to the side. I went to the door and called for BobCat again. No sign of him. I went to the back of the house, stepped onto the catio and called again. No sign. I didn’t think too much about it at that point. It was a nice day and figured he was doing cat things like cats do. Maybe he was curled up in the dirt taking a cat nap. Hell, I don’t know what things he might be up to.

A couple of hours later, I called for BobCat again. Nothing. I was worried that he got into trouble. Maybe a dog chased him up a tree or maybe he got his collar hung up on something. I didn’t want to think about other possibilities. I hoped he hadn’t gone back to the home from whence he came, before he was mine. If they saw him, they might say, “Hey, there’s my cat!” and maybe, “What’s he doing with a collar on?” I was worried. It wasn’t like BobCat to miss meal time.

After some time went by, I called for BobCat again, from the front door and from the catio. I heard a faint cry or I thought I did. I think Jack heard it, too. Dad said it was probably just Jack. I told him it wasn’t because I can tell the difference and I was looking at Jack. He wasn’t mewing. I went outside and called for BobCat. I used all the names BobCat answers to: Bob, Bob-a-Duke, Bobbert, Rabbert, and Bobarino. I yelled. I whistled. Nothing. Not a sound.

I called for BobCat every hour after that and by 10:00pm, still no BobCat. It was snack time and all of my furbabies knew what time it was. I knew BobCat did, too. But where was he? I was so damn worried. I was out on the catio with Jack, calling for BobCat. I heard the mewing again! It sounded more frantic than earlier. I told Dad I heard the mewing again and I headed out the door with a flashlight. Dad followed. We walked around the side of the house, calling for BobCat. I could hear him! Dad said, “That’s Jack!” I said, “No, it isn’t.” When Jack mewed, I said, “THAT was Jack.” When the other sounded, I said, “That wasn’t Jack.” Dad said he couldn’t hear anything except for Jack. We were hobbling around in the dark; me with my crutches on lumpy and soft ground, trying not to fall on my ass, and Dad, unsteady on his feet, too. I hoped niether of us would fall but I was persistent. I knew I was hearing BobCat and I had to find him!

The mewing was louder on the side of the house where Dad’s old room is. (The room had been abandoned months ago due to a mold problem and was closed off from the rest of the house. Dad moved into the spare room.) I could hear BobCat and it sounded like he was in the old bedroom. Dad still insisted it was Jack I was hearing. I said, “NO. It ISN’T! It’s BobCat and he’s in your room!” Dad peeked into the windows with the flashlight and didn’t see a cat in the room. I said, “Then he’s stuck in the wall or between the roof and the ceiling because I hear him.”

I headed back to the house, determined that BobCat was in there, stuck in the wall or something. I had to help him! Masks donned, because of the mold, we entered the old bedroom. I shined the flashlight around and lo and behold, there was BobCat, pushing his way out of the closet! He must have seen the light and was frantically fighting his way towards us! Dad pulled the closet door open a bit (it’s kind of stuck) and Bobcat flew out of there like his pants were on fire (that is, if he had been wearing pants).

Poor BobCat. He was so happy to see us! I was happy to see him, too! At that point, I realized that maybe Jack was worried about BobCat, too. Maybe Jack was mewing to help us find BobCat. Just a thought, anyway. Who knows what goes on in a cat’s little brain. Jack even let him eat his dry kibble. Jack was being nice! Haha! Was Jack actually happy to see BobCat?!

I didn’t sleep well last night until after 4:00am because BobCat was having nightmares, I think. He was sleeping on me and every 40 minutes or so, he would jump up and look around, as if to see where the hell he was. Poor thing. He finally settled and we both got some sleep.


So, that was Bob-a-Duke’s misadventure. It’s another nice day and he wanted outside again. I hope he stays out of trouble. I’ll keep closer tabs on him and bring him inside in a bit. These cats will be the death of me yet.